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Show THE THE CLASS OF As I sit here in the twilight, In my study, all alone, And think of happy times gone by And friends that I have known, seem to see before me, Tn shadowy design, The dear, familiar faces Of that 19 class of mine. MXIH OVVI 1919, THE MISLETOES Down below, in speechless wonder. Juniors running to and fro In their vain attempts to rescue Drown and gold from Senior foe. I Oh, how well do I remember All the happy times that we Had together in the hallways Of the dear old D. N. C. I recall our first big party, Down at school, to let us know What a lively lot of students Made the class of Mistletoe. From the time when work was started, Every Senior lad and lass, With a splendid life and spirit Made the Fourth Year bunch the class. With the help of loyal leaders And class parents staunch and true, Its no wonder that we kept the school Alive with projects new. Theres a time in our class history. That as I recall I smile; I still see that Junior dummy Hanging high, and all the while. In my Theres pleasant retrospection a place I like to pause. And live again the scene I see; The reason is because That all girl cast comes tripping by. The humor of that play And Lady Ursulas success Stay with me to this day. There were piograms too, and dances. Oh, that Senior Easter Ball! And the fun we had preparing Something new for one and all. I still see the spring time colors Of our decorations grand, For, to me, that night the Gym Looked like a flowered fairyland. That a loyal band of students Left her halls, old Dixie knows, When with sad regiets she parted With her class of Mistletoes. Still her spirit fine lives with us. And her standards we hold true. Well keep on high that flag we love. Our emblem, white and blue. |